Applejack looks at the job request she and Rarity had chosen and gazes into the quaint village. The one who put in the request should be somewhere here and, considering how lightly populated the village is, they shouldn’t be too hard to find.

“Applejack, darling,” Rarity pipes up, “did we really have to choose a werewolf hunt above everything else?”

The sharpshooter looks over to the mage’s fearful face with understanding and sighs. She rests a hand on Rarity’s shoulder and looks her square in the eyes, her own resolve unwavering.

“Rarity, ya wanna go back to Sunset and tell ‘er we screwed up on a mission?” Applejack rhetorically asks. “‘Cause Ah know that ain’t gonna fly well with ‘er.”

Rarity swallows a lump in her throat and looks to the village with deep concern. Of course, Applejack is uncertain about the whole endeavor as well, but they can’t just return to the guild hall empty handed. Sunset Shimmer had done enough work for a while, so it’s up to everyone else to pull their weight.

“Fine,” the mage finally relents. Rarity walks into the village first, with Applejack right on her tail.

The entire village is comprised of about thirty small homes for each family, a small fishing port, a small town hall, and a simple market place. Despite the lightly dense population, it turns out finding the person who made the request isn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

“Start askin’ around ‘n’ see where this feller is,” Applejack says. “Hope he didn’ up’n leave town or get killed by that werewolf.”

“Applejack, so help me, if you try and jinx our mission, I will trap you in a block of ice,” the mage grumbles back. She marches off into the village, frightening some of the villagers with her burning aura.

Applejack simply shakes her head and chuckles as she follows her friend. The gunslinger observes each of the villagers and their tasks, making sure to find the right person to interrogate for information on their target. So far, most of the people are too preoccupied to even bat the visitors an eye, but one elderly man sitting on a small bench catches Applejack’s attention.

“Excuse me, sir,” Applejack intrudes. The elderly man looks up at the adventurers with a warm smile. “Have you seen anyone by the name of Anthony Lemmins?”

The old man mulls the question in his head as the old, dusty cogs in his brain begin to churn. His face suddenly lights up as an idea seems to pop into his mind.

“Anthony, yes, I know the young lad,” he finally replies. “Always a kind soul, willing to help anyone no matter what. You won’t find him in the village, I’m afraid.”

Applejack can hear Rarity grumble in frustration behind her but maintains her attention on the task at hand.

“If he ain’t here, where is he?” the sharpshooter asks.

The old man points a bony finger to the far end of the village, into the dark woods. Applejack can feel her stomach tie up in knots at the prospect of venturing into somewhere where she could most likely get jumped by a goblin or something.

“He has a home in those woods, though, I have no clue why,” the man explains. “He’s such a kind kid and should be staying with the rest of the villagers, but I guess he just likes solitude.”

“Thank you kindly for the information, sir,” Applejack says. As she turns to head to Anthony’s home, another thought surfaces in her mind. “Sir, do you know anything about a werewolf attacking this town?”

The old man raises his brows in surprise and looks around the village with a somber face.

“I do, apparently,” he gravely responds. “I’m assuming that’s the reason you lovely ladies came, not just for Anthony.”

“Can you tell us more about this creature?” Rarity finally interjects.

“Well, the werewolf is a male and most of our women go missing as if whisked away by the wind, like he doesn’t even make a sound. Normally, we can hear his howls at the top of that mountain over there.” He points over to a white-peaked mountain to the right of the village. “That’s all we know of it so far. Maybe Anthony can help you learn more of it. I heard his sister got taken by the beast and has been mourning her every day.”

“Thanks, sir,” Applejack says with a bow of her head. “That’s plenty of info.”

As the duo finally walk off towards the forest, Applejack can finally discuss these clues with Rarity.

“So it’s kidnappin’ the women and most likely takin’ them up to the mountain,” the gunslinger states. “In this world, I highly doubt he’s treatin’ ‘em as supper.”

“Let us hope there isn’t a full-moon tonight,” Rarity shudders. “The last thing I want to do is to be ravaged by a big, furry beast.”

Applejack can tell Rarity is not prepared for this but it doesn’t seem like they have a choice but to traverse onwards. If anyone is going to have any more viable information on this beast, it’s going to be the one who made the request for their presence.

As the duo enter the forest, the first thing they notice is the immediate darkness that envelops them. Although there is light shining down through the canopy, it barely helps and it feels like walking through a void. They can barely see the trees before them or any vines that may end up strangling them. A shame neither one of them has any quirks or skills that can help them traverse the darkness.

Up ahead, a faint light catches their attention. A lone cabin in the depths of the woods, Anthony’s home most likely, is visible thanks to the flickering torch-light. It looks well-kept and tended to daily. Flora spring up around it in quaint flowerbeds and a stone well sits off to the side.

“This must the place, thank goodness,” Rarity sighs in relief. “Let us see who this Anthony fellow is, shall we?”

Applejack doesn’t have to be told twice. She wants to get as much information about this creature before the sun sets and they're taken advantage of, otherwise, their efforts will be in vain. The gunslinger, followed by the mage, walk up to the door and knock three times. They wait for someone to answer and let them in, but hope dwindles as no one answers.

She raises her hand to knock on the door once more but some noise from the other side stops her. It sounds like someone is in a rush and furniture is being knocked over in their haste. Applejack moves her hand near the six-shooter in her holster to defend herself in case something flies at her, while Rarity stands behind the gunslinger in terror. Fortunately, the door slowly swings open to reveal a young man who looks like shit.

His hair is unkempt and dark bags form under his bloodshot eyes. He looks almost like he’s in his early to mid-twenties but his scraggly facial hair cause the girls to think otherwise. His clothes are filthy and slathered with mud and some strange liquids as if he was digging up a corpse.

He looks upon the girls with tears welling up in his eyes and, to their surprise, he breaks down on the floor. "Oh thank the heavens above!" he wails. "Are you the ones who got my request?"

"T-that's right," Applejack uncomfortably replies. She's never seen someone this depressed before. The way he's sobbing and his appearance tells her all too well that he's been suffering from his loss. "You're Anthony, right?"

The man wipes away his tears and stands back up as he tries to recuperate himself before answering. "Y-yes. I'm Anthony Lemmins. Please, come inside and I'll inform you a bit more on the werewolf I need taken care of."

The girls comply with the broken man and enter his abode, however, it's not exactly what one would call humble. Furniture is strewn around the place as if there was a brawl that took place here. Liquids, food, and spices are spilled across the tatami floor, flooding the room with a pungent stench. Dressers are emptied out and the clothing is strewn around haphazardly.

"I'm sorry about the mess," Anthony wearily says. "I haven't gotten around to cleaning things up since I wasn't expecting visitors for a while." He flips a small table back onto its legs and kneels before it. "Please, take a seat."

The girls follow along and kneel on the other side of the table to face their informant, ready to hear more about their target.

"Alright darling, let's get down to business," Rarity chimes. "What can you tell us about the beast lurking around the village? What does he look like? What are its habits? Where does it usually prowl around?"

"A-actually," Anthony interjects, "it's me. I'm the werewolf."

The girls sit frozen in place as Anthony's secret is spilled right before them. Applejack's brain is warning her to reach for her six-shooter, load up her silver bullets, and put a few holes in this man, but she can't—not without a proper explanation anyway. She takes a deep breath and exhales before probing Anthony further.

"You're the one who's been kidnappin' the ladies in the village?"

"Yes, and I've been living with the guilt for years. I was attacked by another werewolf here in these woods and it managed to sink its fangs into my arm." Anthony pulls up the sleeve on his right arm, revealing a nasty, infected bite-mark; the center is crimson while the flesh around is moldy black. "I killed the beast then tried to clean the wound and prevent anything from spreading. Unfortunately, on a full-moon, I went on a killing and raping spree. I'd take maidens up to the White Sky Mountains and...do things to them. My latest victim was my own damn sister..."

"So you were aware of what you were doing when you transformed?" Rarity interrogates. "Why didn't you stop?"

"I couldn't! My body was completely out of my control as if it was guided by instinct alone. I can't kill myself because I'm too scared of death. I put out that request, hoping someone would help kill me and end my suffering."

Rarity and Applejack look to each other and back at Anthony with concern. What this guy has done is completely by accident and out of his control, but the members of the village probably wouldn't think twice about that and have him executed anyway. However, Applejack and Rarity can't just kill a person on a whim like this, even if they're a shapeshifting monster.

"I dunno if we can just kill ya like this," Applejack contends. "I understand yer pain but I can't just put a bullet in yer heart. What would the folks in the village say to that?"

Anthony glances away and nibbles on his bottom lip as he ponders the gunslingers words.

"Perhaps we can wait until the full-moon," he finally replies. "You can kill me when I transform, grab a tooth or some fur, and show it to the villagers to ease their hearts. As for me...you can just say I was mauled by the werewolf and they'll probably take it as the truth."

Applejack releases a frustrated exhale and looks to Rarity for some help. She looks just as disturbed by the request, unfortunately. However, looking upon this poor man, who has caused so much unwanted chaos, causes a bit of sympathy to bloom in Applejack's heart, finally allowing her to relent.

"Alright," she finally accepts. "We'll do it."

"Applejack!" Rarity interjects. "We're talking about killing another human being! Have you gone mad?"

"I appreciate your sympathy girls," Anthony says, "but I won't be human once I transform, so there really shouldn't be any reason not to kill me."

Rarity stutters a bit before hanging her head in defeat and releasing a defeated sigh. "Very well then."

---

It's only a few minutes before the full moon is revealed, and everyone is ready for what’s to come. Applejack has just enough silver bullets to put Anthony down the moment he transforms. Since Rarity has no spells that can hold Anthony down, the mage resorted to tying down his limbs on his bed, though everyone doubts it will hold the moment he changes into his beastly form.

Applejack peers behind her, peeking through an open window to see the moon concealed behind the dark clouds. She has her revolver in her hand and her finger resting on the trigger, yet she doesn't know if she's able to go through with what she has to do. Sweat dribbles down her face and her heart beats out of her chest as the thought of killing someone runs through her mind on an endless loop.

She looks up over at Anthony and notices how calm he looks. He seems to have come to terms with his execution and is at peace with himself. In just a few more minutes, his face will contort with unfathomable agony as his heart beats its last song.

"Applejack, darling," Rarity whispers, bringing the sharpshooter to her senses. She looks over to her friend, who stands next to her with a concerned expression. "You're worried about going through with this, aren't you?"

"More than anythin', Rare," Applejack mutters. She analyzes her gun and can't help but feel nauseous from just holding it. "Never thought Ah'd hafta take a feller's life with mah own two hands before; even if it's supposed to be for a good cause."

Rarity places her hand on her friend's shoulder, prompting Applejack to look up at her confident expression. "Well, here's some sage advice, darling," the mage says. She gets up in the sharpshooter's face, her features suddenly becoming dark and icy. "I swear to whatever forces govern this universe, if you hesitate in pulling the trigger on him and he kidnaps us, I will personally make you suffer in ways you would not believe."

Applejack swallows a nervous lump in her throat and nods in compliance with her friend's warning. Rarity flashes her friend a counterfeit smile and waltzes over to the opposite wall, where she eyes the sharpshooter like a hawk.

"It's coming!" Anthony screams.

The girls look over to the fastened man to see him writhing in his constraints. He shrieks as fur begins to grow upon his body and his figure morphs into something unhuman. His face transforms into something more canine and his eyes glow a grim yellow. His nails turn into razor-sharp claws and his limbs begin to elongate into unnatural lengths. His muscles are hardened into steel underneath his shaggy fur.

Applejack holds her gun in front of her, her finger itching to pull the trigger. As Anthony breaks free from the strings holding him down, he leaps off of the bed and lands directly in front of the sharpshooter. All the warmth in Applejack's body sudden melts from her; her bones feel cold and her knees buckle in the overwhelming presence of the beast. Her hands tremble and her finger slowly moves away from the trigger, only opening the window of attack for the beast.

"FROZEN PILLAR!" Rarity shouts.

The spot beneath the werewolf glows white and the atmosphere has a sharp chill to it. All of a sudden, the lycan is encased in glimmering, blue ice, making him look like a statue. He stands frozen, still looming over the defenseless sharpshooter as if it’s eyes are still piercing into her quivering soul.

Applejack scurries around the beast until she’s facing his exposed rear. Once again, Applejack holds her gun in front of her, trigger-finger ready to let a bullet loose into the werewolf’s heart. Her skill “Hunter’s Sight” is automatically activated, allowing her to see the creature’s organs through infrared vision. His heart beats in the left half of his chest, just behind his lungs, pumping crimson essence through his veins and keeping him alive in his frozen slumber.

However, it’s not just his organs the sharpshooter can see. As if by the opening of some third eye, Applejack can still see the young man still trapped in the beast’s body, crying for help. Anthony is curled into a small ball, weeping in the body of the beast. He looks back at Applejack and, although she can’t hear it, he mouths the words “help me”.

The werewolf’s frozen casing begins to chip and crack as the beast attempts to break free from its prison. Applejack’s hands begin to tremble again, not out of fear of the beast breaking free, but of killing the innocent man underneath its skin. She knows what she has to do but she doesn't have the strength to take a person's life. If she does this, will she be a killer for life? Will she be desensitized to murder if she were to kill him?

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to make her decision as Anthony breaks free from his cage, sending shards of ice flying in all directions. A large chunk of ice manages to strike Rarity in the head, knocking her flat on her back and out cold. Seeing her friend laying on the floor, groaning and in agony, a fire burns inside the sharpshooter, giving the resolve she needs to finally pull the trigger.

However, the beast knocks her gun from her loose grasp, sending the weapon flying across the room and out of sight. Before she can even react, the lycan has it's claws wrapped around her throat and her body lifted off of the ground. Applejack peers into the beast's merciless, yellow eyes with fear and desperation. She can feel his grip tightening ever so slightly on her airway, preventing the girl from getting any air into her lungs.

Before she can black out into a coma, the beast slams her head into the wall, rattling her brain in her skull, and finally knocking her out into darkness.

---

Applejack's senses slowly come to, gradually but surely. She can feel cold metal wrapped around her wrists, which are raised into the air. Her back is pressed up against a freezing, smooth stone wall, sending a sharp jolt up her spine, slowly rousing her awake. Glacial winds peck at her exposed flesh, giving her the implication that her armor has been stripped off in a violent manner.

The sharpshooter slowly opens her eyes but winces in pain, forcing them shut from a throbbing pain in her skull. Slowly, the pain recedes as she warily opens her eyes once more to see the scene before her. Before her is the jagged mouth of a cave and a blanket of white outside. To her right is a wooden table, lined with lubricants, napkins, and what appears to be sex toys of different sizes, shapes, and styles. To her left she sees Rarity, still unconscious and hanging from chains buried in the wall. Her clothes are torn apart to reveal her marshmallow bosom and bald groin.

Applejack pulls her arms forward, attempting to break free from the chains holding her back. No matter how hard she tries, though, her only accomplishment is making her wrists ache more than they need to. She gives up, realizing escape is futile, and just dangles in her prison.

Suddenly, a low growl piercing through the howling blizzard perks Applejack's ears up and drags her attention to the cave entrance. Climbing into the cave is the furry beast once known as Anthony, his black fur laden with glistening snow. His attention isn’t focused on the girls at the moment as he waltzes over to the table of sex toys and analyzes his collection, picking each one up and seeing which one he should use on his latest victims.

"A-Anthony!" the sharpshooter foolishly shouts. The beast slowly turns his attention over to the helpless girl with hungry, licentious eyes that taste her figure. The sharpshooter closes her legs out of shame, although she's certain he got a good look at her private area after tearing her clothes off. "P-please, ya gotta fight through this! Ah know ye'r in there under that damn beast!"

The lycan saunters over to the helpless girl, his appearance as imposing as ever, and even more so as he looms over her. He's absolutely massive, now that Applejack is right before him. And his scent... The gunslinger can't help but breath in through her nostrils, collecting particles of ambrosial musk off of the massive beast. It's filthy and absolutely foul, but her body strangely tingles from it. Her mind begins to slowly warp as, out of the bottom of her vison, she notices the pink bar of her 'lust' meter rising ever so slowly.

"Anthony," she hoarsely whispers. It was meant to come out as a plead for him to reject her, but it came out as more of a plead for him to fuck her.

Her body, most notably her crotch, begins to burn with a strange heat, despite the freezing winds tackling her skin. Sweat collects upon her exposed figure and heaving bosom. Her nipples harden and become so achingly sensitive to the freezing temperatures; just the ghostly touch of the wind gliding upon her bosom causes her to squirm.

Anthony shows a toothy smile as he growls and reaches his massive paw behind the gunslinger and squeezes her rump, earning a surprised yelp from her lips. Applejack fights against his advancements, trying to kick the beast in his chest to abate him, but it's like hitting a solid wall. He doesn't seem to flinch and his smile only widens the more she tries to struggle.

All of a sudden, her mind is enraptured by the monster's scents flooding the cave as if her senses are intensified somehow. Her body suddenly goes limp, refusing to fight back against her ravisher. Checking her 'lust' meter once more, she notices how drastically it's increased in a mere few seconds, up to a terrifying fifteen percent! Even with such a miniscule amount, Applejack's body can’t help but relinquish itself to the beast's clutches and wanton desires.

Realizing his prey has given in, the werewolf begins his assault.

He brings his face down to the level of Applejack's juicy tits and grasps one in his paws. The defenseless girl moans as the bundle of hypersensitive nerves send euphoric pleasure through her body. Her breasts aren't meant to be this sensitive considering their size, but in this world, the tenderness of every erogenous zone has been intensified greatly, sending wave after wave of pleasure running up her spine.

Anthony massages the plump breast like a water balloon, molding it's fluid, yet firm shape in his grasp. Releasing his hold on the girl's rear, he grasps the other breast, and begins to fervently fondle them both. Applejack simply hangs there, helpless and enraptured by the beast's adequate techniques. It would seem that even in this bestial form, his human mind still works to some extent.

The lycan buries his face between the pillow-like globes, motor-boating into the tender flesh and squeezing them ever so tightly. Applejack shrieks as the surge flowing up her spine floods her mind with nothing but depraved thoughts. Her lust is getting to her, but she doesn't seem to care anymore. With all of these feelings tackling her nerves, mind, and heart, she can't fight for control any longer.

As if sensing the broken spirit of the gunslinger, Anthony pulls back and wraps his arms underneath the girl's taut thighs, hoisting up her lower body so that her luscious, moist lips are at level with his muzzle. Applejack can feel the werewolf’s warm breath gliding over her sensitive vulva, tingling her scorching lips and causing goosebumps to spread across her skin in excitement.

She bites her lower lip in aching anticipation, unable to bear the wait any longer; she wants him to ravish her, make her his. She subconsciously opens up her legs just a little wider, revealing more of her succulent treasure. The beast takes a good whiff, letting her heavenly scent attack his senses before diving on in.

Applejack screams with delight as the beast's canine tongue makes contact with her velvety folds. Its surface is rough, but not discomforting in the slightest. The wide surface of that muscular organ tackles every surface of the girl’s vulva, making sure to get a good taste of her leaking honeypot. It laps up her sweet nectar straight into the beast’s maw as if quenching another thirst, other than his depraved lust.

Applejack had no idea fellatio, even performed by a mythical creature, could feel so blissful! Though, that’s just her lust-drunk mind telling her so—or is it? She has no clue as to what’s right and what’s wrong at this point. All she’s focused on is getting eaten out by the starving beast and achieving a glorious orgasm. Wanting to push things a little further, Applejack wraps her legs around the lycan’s neck and pulls him deeper into her sopping lips.

A wave of different sensations, all of which are completely unfamiliar to the girl, rush up her spine, tingle her nerves, and runs up to her drunk brain. Her heart races as the beast looks up at her, past her crotch, her heaving mounds, and up to her intoxicated face with those deep, yellow eyes. They seem to take the girl’s actions as acceptance of her total loyalty to his will—and she’d rather have it no other way.

“Applejack?” Rarity’s faded voice calls out.

With the last few dregs of sense and thought, Applejack perks her ears to the sound of her friend’s trembling voice. She looks over at the mage’s burning face to see her staring at the gunslinger and werewolf in the middle of their lovemaking with horror. Instead of slipping back into sanity, Applejack smiles wickedly at the distraught mage.

“Give us a minute, Rare,” the sharpshooter says. “Once Ah’m through with him, Ah’ll give ya yer turn.”

Anthony pays no heed to the girls’ conversation and just continues to eat out the inebriated sharpshooter, spurring her closer and closer to a climactic end. She squeals and moans without any restraint as the monster fervently laps away at her folds. Every once in a while he manages to flick her clit, sending surges of pleasure through her system, only hastening the end.

“Let her go, you wretched brute!” Rarity bellows.

“Rarity, Ah—WOAH NELLY!” Applejack exclaims in surprise as the starved beast wrenches her legs apart from behind his neck, releasing himself from her hold. “Hey now, we ain’t done yet!”

Anthony doesn’t seem to care about what Applejack has to say and marches over to Rarity, whose face seems a lot paler than normal. The werewolf towers over her, glaring at her petrified, bawdy figure with annoyance and desire. As much as Applejack would love to be bred right here and now, she’s curious as to how this will play out for her friend.

“You know, you don’t seem like a wretched brute up close,” Rarity weakly fibs. “You can return to pleasing Applejack and—MFF!”

Anthony grips the squabbling girl by the face, squeezing her cheeks until her lips pucker out. He growls menacingly but, as his eyes taste her nude figure, he slowly mellows his temper in the process. Applejack can’t help but smile enviously at the attention her friend is getting, but she deserves it for being so annoyingly loud.

“Ah think he likes ya, Rare,” the sharpshooter taunts. “His tongue is amazin’ once you get used to it. Trust me.”

The mage glances over at her friend with discontent and a bit of burning anger. “Wat’s affurd!” she barks through squished cheeks. “I wou—OOH!”

Unfortunately, Rarity doesn’t get to bark her complaints and grievances with the idea before Anthony’s claws make contact with her drenched loins. Applejack smiles cheekily as the once stout mage slowly crumbles from the lycan’s techniques. Anthony’s first two fingers tenderly massage her lips while his thumb gyrates around her clit. Rarity tries her best to fight against the pleasure just as Applejack had, but she slowly succumbs to the werewolf, becoming slave to her carnal instincts.

Just watching the mage getting slowly fondled by the lecherous beast causes Applejack’s lust to skyrocket to nearly thirty percent. She knows the consequences of letting it get too high but all reason is thrown out the window in the face of debauchery. Her loins tingle with an uncontrollable fire and she gushes sweet nectar down her legs and onto the stone floor, flooding the space in her salacious scent. She wants to at least pleasure herself if Anthony is going to preoccupy himself with his new meal.

“Fuck. When’s it gonna be mah turn!?” the sharpshooter beckons. “Ah’m like a bitch in heat and Ah ain’t even gettin bred like one. The fuck’re you doin over there!?”

Anthony pans his ears and looks over to Applejack with a hungry look. That seems to have gotten his attention quite well. Strangely though, the monster uses a claw to undo the lock on Rarity’s shackles, allowing the girl to fall flat on her rear. He waltzes over to Applejack and does the same for her, only for her, she lands loosely on her feet.

“About time ya came around fer me, big fella,” the sharpshooter drunkenly coos. She stands on her toes as she wraps her arms around the creature’s neck, peering into his eyes with wanton. “Ah want ya to fuck me. Take me and fuck mah cunt ya fuckin’ animal!”

Anthony doesn’t reply but Applejack is sure she saw a grin flash across his muzzle. Something prods the girl’s leg, prompting her to peer down at what may be the largest dick she’s ever laid eyes upon. It’s completely unnatural, even for a mythical beast. It’s almost a few inches bigger than a full-grown stallion’s and twice as thick, with veins coursing through the throbbing length. Its knot is bursting at the seams, ready to expel his virile seed into someone’s desperate pussy. Hot, thick globs of precum drip from his tip, staining the floor and flooding the cave with a musky, heavenly scent.

Though previously eager to take on the monster’s cock, she hadn’t expected him to have...well...a monster cock. She’s absolutely stupefied and terrified by its size and shape, questioning whether or not she should try and make it fit. Her knees tremble and she slowly takes a step back, but something pressing against her back prevents her from moving an inch.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” Rarity interrogates. Applejack looks back at her friend and noticed her eyes are filled with lust. She has a smarmy grin on her face that, for some reason, unnerves the sharpshooter. “I thought you said you wanted him to, what was it again, fuck your cunt?”

Applejack’s fear overwhelms her desire to be ravaged by the monster, finally allowing her thoughts to clear up a bit. She looks between her intoxicated friend, the eager beast, and the twitching boner ready to tear her pussy apart. She wasn’t ready to take on something as grand as this dick. If she’s being honest, which she almost always is, she can’t take him, no matter how depraved she may be and how drenched her cunt is.

“Well, if you’re not going to do it, might as well let me have my fill,” Rarity demands.

She lightly shoves Applejack out of the way and drops to her knees, her face in line with the werewolf’s throbbing cock. She looks just as hesitant, with her knit brows and the way she's staring so intently at the massive phallus, but she slowly takes the initiative and grasps the throbbing member with her hands and begins to gently stroke it.

Anthony lets out a small grunt of satisfaction, spurring Rarity to increase her tempo and vigor. Thick globs of pre leak from his tip as Rarity greedily strokes the massive cock from tip to knot, making sure to implement as many smutty techniques as possible to satiate her paramour. Using one hand, she massages the tip, slathering the massive shaft in glossy, odorous precum; with her other, she reaches down the length and fondles his knot, edging him closer to releasing his load.

While Rarity enjoys herself, making sure her lover is substantially satisfied, Applejack stands off to the side, her fingers stroking her burning, slick labia. She bites her lower lip and clenches her breast in one hand as she watches the mage stroke that monstrous cock with everything she's got like she's some experienced porn star. Anthony was supposed to be Applejack’s, yet Rarity took that from her because she was too hesitant and fearful. Be damned if that mage makes him cum before AJ can.

Unable to just sit back and watch Rarity have all the fun, the sharpshooter waltzes over to the side of Anthony's cock and drops to her knees. She grabs hold of his member and is astounded by how smooth the organ is. As she runs her hand along his length, she takes note of the slick surface and the bumps of superficial veins popping up. As she reaches the root of his shaft, her hand runs over the bulb that is his knot like a small hill, before moving down his furry thigh and cupping a pair of plump, juicy balls. They feel smooth and tender to the touch, with no fur at all. With Rarity working on the beast's dick, Applejack decides to focus on this area instead.

She ducks beneath the massive member, it's size overshadowing her, and ogles at the massive, ebon nuts on this beast. They're probably thrice as big compared to her fists and hang a few inches from the groin. Every time he grunts in excitement, he lurches his body, consequently causing his balls to swing to and fro. With her mouth watering and her pussy salivating, Applejack lunges forth and smothers her face into the monster's balls.

The scent is astoundingly ambrosial to the gunslinger. It's a heavenly concoction of musk, sweat, and earth that tackles the girl's senses, causing her spine to tingle with excitement and her pussy to convulse with desire. If its smell is this good, she can only imagine its succulent taste.

She smiles giddily as she extends her tongue and wraps the underside of his balls with it . Tastes of salty sweat and fresh earth tackle her taste buds, flooding her mind with nothing but lust and wanton. Gently, she suckles on one of the balls, pulling on the scrotum and letting it go with a wet, resounding pop. Anthony grunts excitedly, seemingly begging for more, and AJ happily complies. She licks the smooth sack, dragging her tongue along every square inch of his balls, from back to front, side to side, everywhere that needs attention, occasionally suckling on the tender flesh.

"Applejack, darling," Rarity speaks up, "mind giving me a turn?"

The sharpshooter pulls back and looks over to her friend, noticing her eyeing the farm girl with a depraved grin. As much as AJ would rather keep fondling her master's juicy nuts, she's been aching to get a good taste of his dick. Eagerly, Applejack and Rarity switch places, giving the sharpshooter reign over Anthony's monster cock, and the mage with control over his balls.

His tool doesn't look as frightening anymore, now that Applejack thinks about it. It throbs and spurts, aching to be relieved of pent up tension. The girl looks up at the hungry lycan, noticing his eyes are starting to dull with boredom. If she doesn't do something to him quick, he may forcibly try to rail them and, as much as she'd like to have her pussy spread, she doesn't want her legs to be busted in the process. Rarity has done enough with her hands but Applejack still can't possibly take this thing in her mouth.

Suddenly, an idea pops into her mind. Grasping her voluptuous breasts, AJ sandwiches Anthony's cock between them and proceeds to tit-fuck the beast. Her sensitive tits send surges of pleasure through the girl with every motion, tingling her spine in the process with bliss. The lubricated surface of his cock leaves no place for friction as the girl's plump breasts glide along the pulsating shaft with ease.

Looking up, Applejack takes pride in seeing the monster's head craned back in ecstasy and gratification, giving her the fire to add more to her arsenal of capabilities. Extending forth her tongue, she lightly kisses the tip of Anthony's leaking cock every time she lurches forward. A thin strand of spittle and precum connects her lips with his shaft, only to be broken the moment they crash into each other again and again.

Suddenly, Anthony's breaths begin to pick up and his dick begins to throb violently. Applejack reads this situation clearly and releases her breasts, prohibiting the monster from releasing his load. All this stimulus, just so he can shoot his seed all over the wall? Applejack won't have that.

"Not so fast there, fella," the sharpshooter taunts. "You're gonna put that seed where it belongs."

The girl stands and waltzes over to the table, knocking some of the toys onto the floor and laying her back along the width of the furniture. She spreads her legs, revealing her convulsing, sopping nethers and tight, puckered anus to her master. She doesn't care as to which hole he decides to fuck first, but he had better let his cum out into her womb.

Earnestly, Anthony saunters over to the slutty sharpshooter, his cock dangling from side to side, his balls bouncing with every step. AJ smiles giddily as the beast grabs her by the legs and places his massive shaft on her belly. It's far too big, Applejack fully understands that, but once again, her lustful desires drive out all uncertain thoughts and force her to accept what's coming.

Her heart races with excitement while her loins gush and burn as Anthony grabs hold of his dick with one hand and experimentally prods the girl's virgin lips, spreading them out ever so slightly. Finally, after waiting so long, the lycan gives one final thrust, entombing himself in the girl's cunt and ridding Applejack of her purity.

Applejack should have felt pain coursing through every fiber of her being once her hymen was torn apart, but that pain never comes. All she can feel is unfathomable bliss coursing through her veins as the beast slowly inserts more of his massive cock into her pussy. Even as he's stretching her out until she feels like she can't take anymore, pleasure continues to flow through her.

The werewolf begins to thrust his hips, pummeling into the sharpshooter’s drenched depths. Whorish groans and squeals slip freely from her lips as the monster’s tip kisses her cervix and the throbbing knot is trapped behind her vulva, though, she doesn’t need it to enjoy her very first rutting.

The beast has undoubtedly lain with countless women, giving one the implication that his skills have been honed over time. Unfortunately, he doesn’t implement anything besides brute force behind his thrusts. His actions are guided by bestial instinct alone; his human mind is completely overridden by his werewolf blood. Techniques or none, the monster knows how to make a girl feel good anyway.

“Don’t think I’m going to stay out of this,” Rarity claims.

From the corner of her eye, Applejack sees the mage waltzing around the table until standing behind the girl. Rarity climbs onto the table and, before the sharpshooter knew it, she plants her crotch right onto Applejack’s face. AJ doesn’t necessarily swing this way and she knows Rarity doesn’t either, however, the prospect of trying something new, something so sinful, is far too exciting to reject. Grasping her friend’s taut thighs and pulling her down so that the bottom’s face is buried as deep as possible in the top’s burning snatch, AJ gets to licking.

Her tongue tackles the mage’s tender, silky folds with such nimble accuracy. She works her way from the outer labia, to the inner, occasionally tackling the clit, and tonguing the gushing center. She can feel Rarity grinding her moist crotch on her face, rubbing her ass and cunt along Applejack’s features to get herself off.

The taste of Rarity’s pussy is actually surprisingly sweet. There’s a hint of something tart and also a bit of coconut or marshmallow, Applejack can’t quite put her finger on it. Whatever it is that’s tackling her taste buds, she wants more of it.

Fervently, the sharpshooter laps away at her friend’s cunt, making sure to focus more attention on her clit. The little bulb is flicked and suckled on earnestly as AJ attempts to collect more of Rarity’s secretions.

“Oh, heaven’s yes! Right there, darling! Lick it up you prurient little slut!” Rarity demands.

Applejack can’t have asked for a better fate than this. Getting violently fucked by a werewolf’s monstrous dick, eating away at her friend’s luscious pussy, it’s all a dream come true.

Slowly, her mind begins to blank and her vision tunnels as her legs begin to spasm from something surging in her core. She’s about to cum right here on the spot and she can tell Anthony’s nearly done as well. His dick throbs and he’s trying his best to plunge his bulbous knot into his slave’s pussy to release all of his pent up cum. He rams into her vulva, aching to plunge his knot into her.

“That’s right, cum inside her! Fill her with your majestic seed!” Rarity shouts.

As if her words were some sort of inspiration for the beast, Anthony gives one last push and finally inserts his knot past the gunslinger's lips and into her snug confines. Applejack contracts her walls, putting pressure on the swollen bulb, and finally relieving it of tension and cum. She lets out a muffled scream of satisfaction as hot globs of lycan seed pour into her womb, painting her walls white.

Nearly all sensation is rendered null and void as Applejack revels in the afterglow of coitus. Her legs feel like jello, her breathing is pinched and rapid, her heart beats out her chest in exasperation. As the last few drops of canine seed are spilled from the monster's tip, he pulls out, uncorking Applejack's cunt and allowing excess semen to spill forth onto the stone floor.

"He did quite the number on you, didn't he, darling?" Rarity coos. She clambers off of Applejack's face and crawls over to her leaking pussy, resting a hand on her weak thigh. "I think he's all spent. I wonder if Spikey-wikey is as good as he is."

Out of the blue, Rarity plunges her first two fingers into the the worn out gunslinger’s cunt, earning nothing but a silent moan in return. Her fingers churn around the thick, viscous semen, extracting a bit as she pulls out. Her digits are glazed in the precious white substance as it glimmers in the faint light entering the cave. Without a second though, she gives them a taste, savoring the salty fluid as she swishes it around, finally swallowing it.

“Not bad,” she chuckles. “I’d bet you’d like some too, right, Applejack?”

AJ weakly smiles and nods, practically begging for a taste.

“Alright then. But close your eyes for a second, darling. I have one last surprise for you.”

Applejack eagerly obeys the mage; she tightly shuts her eyes and opens her mouth, tongue hanging out, ready to accept what’s coming. She can hear Rarity pop something open and swallow a liquid. As much as AJ wants to see what’s happening, she doesn’t dare open her eyes and ruin the surprise.

Suddenly, she can feel her friend’s lips make contact with hers and her hands gently grasp her face as the two passionately make out. Rarity’s silky skin resting up against her causes another stir in Applejack’s loins, consequently forcing them to burn once more. Almost as quickly as the heat came, though, it dies down as Applejack swallows a bitter liquid.

The girl’s eyes shoot open in surprise as her mind clears up and all lewd, depraved thoughts are tossed out. Even as Rarity’s lips are connected with hers, she doesn’t feel any lust brewing in her heart. In fact, her HUD displays her ‘lust’ meter rapidly dropping down to zero percent.

As Rarity breaks off the kiss, leaving only a thin strand of saliva to bridge their lips, Applejack slowly sits up and analyzes her shameful appearance. Instinctually, she covers up her iniquitous body, making sure Rarity’s view of her figure is obscured—even though they’re practically in the same boat.

“Oh please, darling. It’s nothing I haven’t seen already,” the mage says while rolling her eyes. “Come on. We still have things to take care of.”

“Wait. How did you—?”

“Get you out of your intoxicated state? That’s what that little ‘surprise’ was when I told you to close your eyes. I know you wouldn’t want to take the lust-reducing potion so I thought this would be the most logical solution.”

“You weren’t affected?” AJ questions.

“Hardly. [Pure Maiden], my quirk, was activated as we were enjoying ourselves. It slows down the 'lust' meter and keeps it at a safe level so I don't get too carried away. I was probably at around fifteen percent when I was watching you, giving me just enough control to get you out. Though, watching you take his member like that...OOH...that causes a shiver to run up my spine, even now.”

That sounds like some plot hole bullshit the sharpshooter has seen in some shows, but she shakes her head and clears out those thoughts as she remembers what she needs to do.

Applejack clambers off the table and looks over to her left to see the werewolf in a deep slumber. His cock has been sheathed and his eyes are tightly shut as he sleeps. It would seem that his energy has been completely spent, which gives the girls the perfect opportunity to flee. However...

“We still gotta put and end to this,” Applejack tremblingly states.

She feels around her hips and notices that her belt hasn’t been torn off and the gun she had thought she’d lost has reappeared in its holster. She checks the ammunition and notices one silver bullet lodged in one of the chambers, which is just enough to get the job done.

She holds her gun up with both hands, her sights trained on her prey’s beating heart, her safety removed, the chamber loaded—yet she still trembles in hesitation. Even after being raped and mind-broken by this creature, he’s still an innocent man underneath all the fur and ferocity. There has to be another way to help him...

“SHOOT!” Rarity screams.

Applejack flinches and accidentally pulls the trigger. A loud BANG rings through the cramped space and smoke fills the air. Applejack can make out the lightest sound of flesh being torn into and a beast howling in agony.

She looks on in horror as the werewolf begins to seize up on the floor and spasm out of control. He clutches his gushing chest with his claws, trying to stop the bleeding or pry out the bullet, but nothing seems to work. At last, the beast stops writhing and reverts back into the man known as Anthony Lemmins.

He’s stark naked as he lays nearly motionless on the stone floor. His chest heaves with trembling breaths, occasionally spurting blood through the gaping wound in his chest. He looks to the girls and, with his last bit of strength, he smiles and mutters: “Thank you.” With that, his body fades into pixels as be enters an eternal slumber.

Applejack drops the gun in her hands and falls to her knees. Regret and remorse flood her mind as she replays the image of the man’s fading body over and over in her head. She actually took someone’s life. Her hands are stained in innocent blood. She can’t return from this.

“I’m sorry Applejack,” Rarity speaks up. The sharpshooter doesn’t even look back as the girl rests a hand on her shoulder. “I know you wanted to find another way to help him but, if there was, we would have found it by now.”

Applejack knows Rarity’s right but the guilt just won’t go away. Suddenly, a small ding catches her attention, dragging her eyes up to the top corner of her HUD, where a small declaration is written.

Mission: Werewolf of Huron is completed. Return to Guild Hall to receive your reward.

“Well, at least Sunset ain’t gonna be upset at us,” the sharpshooter says. As she stands up, she walks over to where Anthony was and plucks a bit of black fur from the ground, along with the bloodstained silver bullet that was left behind.. “We should best be gettin’ these down to the village; let them know their werewolf situation is take care of.”

Rarity nods and holds onto her friend as the gunslinger opens her menu to select the Fast Travel option.

“Oh, wait a minute!” Rarity beckons, but it’s too late.

The two glow in a brilliant blue light before disappearing from the cave and appearing before the entrance of the village—stark naked. The denizens stare at the nude girls, some making sure their kids don't see the obscenity before them.

“We forgot to change.”

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